Haitani brothers

I stood in front of my father with a stone face, holding back anger, my face was like Ran's when he was angry, I looked into my father's eyes with mortal anger and deathly calm, clenching my fist behind my back, I wanted to hit him, but my brother knew how to calm me down, I looked at my father, holding back in silence, all my mother's parents were at the table, my mother was standing next to my father, my father held me by the shoulder and shook my father's parents, it was a family dinner, and my father ruined everything, he hit me a second time with his friend on the cheek, I almost fell, but I held back, I held myself back so hard, I clenched my fist behind my back that blood flowed from under my fingers because I clenched my fingers so hard, my father yelled at me, saying what a bitch, scum, creature, he continued yelling at me, but I stood there, not paying attention to my mother and brothers, I looked into my father's eyes with dead calm, holding back in silence, my brothers were sitting at the table, not moving, but I knew that only my brothers could calm me down, I didn't cry, I didn't yell, I looked at my father with a dead look looked him straight in the eyes silently

I was 17 years old, I was a young girl, black and yellow hair like my brother Ran's character, his facial features are also his, I was similar to him, a harmful and secretive character, I was damn similar to him. In my family, my mom, dad, Ran, and Rinda were very close to me. Yes, I love my brothers, I had a more or less good relationship, I was very similar to my older brother Ran, only he could understand me because I was similar to him. I couldn't find a common language with my father, we were constantly arguing, and he was picky with me. I might not be home for a whole week, or even a whole month, and that's why my father and I were constantly arguing.
One day I returned at 10:30 pm I was gone for a whole week I returned home And my father and I had a very bad relationship I hated him he could not find a common language with me when I came home and I went into the kitchen to say hello to my brothers and my mother Well, when I saw my father my face twisted and turned away I was going to leave quickly and silently I hated my father because he was always rude to me and respected only his sons and not me I never talked to him normally but only rudely my physique was just as strong was bland stomach strong arms and legs I played sports like my older brother but I hated my father and it was always noticeable my father noticed me but I was already about to leave but my father quickly walked up to me grabbed me by the shoulder turned me towards him and hit me hard on the cheek that my lip was split and began to swear at me for the fact that I constantly leave the house for weeks and months without appearing at home and my father yelled at me and I stood there with a stony face, clenching my fist so as not to hit, but I could have hit. I was strong like my brother. I stared coldly at my father with a dead and angry gaze. Only my brother could calm me down. I stood there with a murderous gaze, looking into my father's eyes. My mother approached my father in fear, grabbing him by the shoulder. My brothers were sitting at the table in the kitchen, watching all this. I could barely contain myself.